The Broken Pieces. 4
Part 4 Cordelia had washed her hair three times. Three times and she could still smell the acrid stench of smoke covering every…
Part 4 Cordelia had washed her hair three times. Three times and she could still smell the acrid stench of smoke covering every…
Part 3 “Cordelia, I think you’d better tell me what you’re doing here don’t you?” Angel frowned and crossed his arms over his…
Part 2 Angel sat alone in his apartment waiting for the sun to set and release him from his prison, the heart breaking…
Title: The Broken Pieces Author: Daisy Posted Originally: 02/03 Rating: NC17 Email Content: Angst. (Romance/Friendship in later parts I promise) Summary: Spoilers: During…
A/N: love as always to Pushydame, or as I like to call her ‘Dawnie the Magnificent and All Seeing Beta Extraordinaire‘. *** Part…
Part 17 The knife was sharp. There were no glittering jewels clustered around the handle, the blade didn’t curve upwards with a flamboyant…
Part 16 Cordelia drifted in and out of the ephemeral state of not quite awake not quite asleep with the feeling that something…
Part 15 The heat of the day had settled like a thick, sticky blanket over Los Angeles. The air was heavy with grimy…
Part 14 Sunlight streamed through the single shuttered window, painting the floor with broken strips of yellow that did little to brighten the…
Part 13 Cloying tension wrapped like a steel cable around Angel’s shoulders as soon as he and Wesley had left the Hyperion. With…